It’s Not About the F-Stop

To Thine Own Self Be True

Every once in a while, you turn the corner and you see something remarkable that cries out to be recorded. This was on a boat, a ferry of some kind, in England.

The sure thing, the thing that I’m talking about, is the juxtaposition of the profile of the man and the red panel. There was no way in Hell that I could pass this up. It’s the kind of image that speaks to me quite directly and says, “Look at me! I’m here for you. You must shoot this.”

What’s interesting is that the next guy to see this, depending upon what makes his bell ring, could just as easily look at it and say, “Oh, that’s obvious, that’s too design-y” or, simply put, “It doesn’t do anything for me.”

Therein lies the point. There is no “way.” There is ...